Dirty Pants

And so I dance in dirty pants
A drink in my hand

No shirt and broken tooth
Barefoot and beaming

The crowd is stomping
Stomping a song

For me to dance to
Break glass and give in

My head is springing
My blood is ringing

So I walk down to the creek
And I slither in

I catch my breath
Icy cold

Then I walk out to your house
And let myself in

Back you into the corner
And I multiply

I could toll endlessly
Into the bottomless night

God does not answer this type of prayer

No, no, no

And so I dance in dirty pants
A drink in my hand

No shirt and broken tooth
Barefoot and beaming



Credits
Writer(s): William Rahr Callahan
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